In solitude's embrace, I find my pain
With every cut, I release the strain
The crimson drops, a twisted form of art
A temporary relief for my shattered heart
The razor's edge offers a sweet escape
From the turmoil I can no longer shape
The scars I bear, a secret language spoken
A silent plea for the agony to be broken
But as the wounds heal, the ache remains
An endless cycle of torment and stains
I long for a way to break free from harm
To find solace in a gentler, healing charm
So I lay down the blade, and seek a new start
To mend the pieces of my broken heart
I reach out for help, and find a guiding light
To lead me away from the darkness of the night
Self harm no longer holds me in its grip
I embrace the journey as I start to heal and equip
With strength and courage, I reclaim my worth
And find hope and love to nurture my rebirth.
